Chapter 117 Flying Sword Yun Qing
have no choice.
Under Song Yunxi's kind invitation, Chen Mo had no choice but to "sacrifice his life to accompany the gentleman" and went to Wenxiang Pavilion with him.
Of course, the pot of leftover chicken was put back on the table.
How could it be brought there?
The night was already dark, and the two of them walked side by side under the cold moonlight.
Song Yunxi, who was originally drunk, suddenly raised his head and glanced at the moonlight. He raised his head and did not look at Chen Mo, but asked: "Brother Chen, do you know why I like to get along with you?"
"Brother Song, I like female cultivators." Chen Mo joked.
Song Yunxi turned his head and laughed heartily!
After a moment, he continued with a smile: "There are only two types of people who get along with me. One type is those whose status is not as good as mine, who are wary all day long, or who are flattering, and are not comfortable getting along with such people; the other type is uncomfortable; Those who are stronger than me always like to lecture me, ask me to practice hard, and build my foundation. I annoy them!"
"Then I belong to..."
"Building a foundation? How can it be so easy to build a foundation? It only lasts a hundred and fifty years anyway, so why waste this great time! Don't you just want to have fun when you are alive!" Song Yunxi seemed to be telling Chen Mo, but in fact I'm telling myself.
"Junior brother Ben, senior brother Tian, and even my uncle always look like they hate the iron! But how could they know that my life now is really great!"
"Brother Song is alive and well." Chen Mo sighed.
"Transparent? Transparent." Song Yunxi smacked these two words, and the more he thought about it, the more he tasted it. "Transparent! I am transparent! I just said I like to be with you! Come on, I'm going to fight ten tonight!"
He still put his arm on Chen Mo's shoulder without any sense of boundaries as usual.
At this moment, the wine is no longer intoxicating, but people are already intoxicated.
…
The next morning, Hongyan, who had been chatting with Chen Mo all night, couldn't help but yawn.
After a while, Song Yunxi walked out refreshed.
Today, the person tidying up his clothes is no longer Yun Rou, but Xia Wan, who has had a few friendships with Chen Mo.
This time, when the other party saw him, he no longer hid, but smiled charmingly, as if... he had accepted this identity.
Chen Mo also smiled back.
People's ability to adapt to the environment is really fast!
After getting dressed, Song Yunxi sat at the table, picked up the Immortal Peak that had just been poured and moistened his throat.
"How is it? Miss Xia Wan, are you satisfied?" Hongyan asked with a smile.
"I'm satisfied. How can I be dissatisfied? Sister Hong's training is not good! I made the right decision by inviting you here!"
Song Yunxi's abacus was very loud.
How can it be realistic to lead a beautiful actress who knows how to train the actress?
"Brother Chen, let's go!"
Song Yunxi, who was really full this time, returned to the owner's mansion with Chen Mo.
The two of them were sitting in the study, and Song Yunxi took out the last 40 kilograms of giant bone rice from the storage ring:
"Brother, you are good at this!"
Chen Mo did not answer, but thought for a moment and said, "Brother Song, when will Linghuang rice be bred?"
"You can do it anytime you have time!"
"Since you're already here, why not spend some time together."
Due to the storage space, there is almost no difference between breeding now and one month later.
"What about another two days?" Song Yunxi suddenly changed his mind.
"good!"
"Wait until I sell all the grain collected by the shop in the past two days to Ziyun Peak, and then I will send Meihua to pick you up."
"Selling to Ziyun Peak? Didn't they collect a lot of food taxes? The food is not enough." Chen Mo really never thought about what the shops were doing with all this food?
"No, no, no! Brother Chen, you are wrong!" Song Yunxi shook his head and explained, "Do you think all the grain taxes we paid were left in Ziyun Peak?"
"Still going up?"
"That's right! Ziyun Peak has to pay 90% to Qingyang Sect, Qingyang Sect has to pay 70% to Pingduzhou, and Pingduzhou has to pay 50% to Wu Chi! The remaining food in Ziyun Peak is simply not enough for the disciples. Disciples eat it!”
I see.
After listening to the other party's explanation, Chen Mo nodded.
"Well, I'll go back first and wait for news from brother!"
…
Two days passed very quickly for Chen Mo, who was used to hard training.
On the days when he was not with Song Yunxi, he was like the ascetic monk whom he described as living an opaque life.
Perhaps, in Song Yunxi's opinion, it was a waste of life to miss the good time and meditate day and night instead of enjoying it.
However, Song Yunxi didn't know: How many Lingzhifus could have an elder uncle like him?
Can you be as cool and unrestrained as him and live your whole life?
The corpses of those Ling Zhifu who were driven to the secret realm are now probably weathered.
When he returned to the master's house, Mei Hua did not take Chen Mo into the breeding room, nor into the study room, but to a place dedicated to practicing in the backyard.
Chen Mo looked around and saw that there were all kinds of swords, guns, swords and halberds.
But it's a pity that they are all ordinary soldiers.
Come to this place?
Could it be that his eldest brother has changed his gender?
With just the effort of his front and back legs, Song Yunxi walked out of the inner room.
At this moment, he looks a lot more arrogant. The income from Fangshi all year round has been converted into spiritual stones. Now, what can't he buy in Fangshi?
"Brother Chen! Big brother brought you something good!"
"oh?"
Chen Mo suddenly became interested, and he refused to be polite to the other party. If the two of them were too polite, they would look a little a little bit awkward.
Since they are sincere in their friendship, then just accept the gifts from both sides.
What's more, he will also have a great gift for the other party in a while!
Song Yunxi came to Chen Mo's side with a quick pace. The next moment, a flash of cold light followed by a flash of silver light!
With a bang, the sword came out of the sheath and pointed directly at the sky!
Under the sunlight, the silver light shone.
He threw the long sword in his hand into the air, and then put his two fingers together and suddenly pointed at the rockery on the side.
Bang!
Wherever the sharp sword went, the rockery stone was easily pierced into it as if it were made of paper!
In Chen Mo's opinion, this sword-controlling skill has reached a superb level.
"How about this sword?"
Song Yunxi sheathed the sword and threw it over.
Chen Mo reached out and took it, gently stroking the leather sheath with a very textured feel, and a strong sense of repulsion came out.
However, things are things, how can they be compared with people?
He forcibly suppressed this feeling of repulsion and pulled it hard!
The next moment, a sound like a dragon's roar came out of the sheath, and the cold light reflected Chen Mo's shadow.
The sword body is strong yet soft, sharp yet coordinated, giving people an irresistible sense of beauty.
"Good sword!"
"Hahaha!" Song Yunxi laughed, "I knew that Brother Chen would like it! This sword is called Yunqing, from the hands of Elder Sun of Ziyun Peak. Today I will give it to someone who values love and righteousness."
"Flying sword, Yunqing." Chen Mo stroked the sword body and murmured.
